By Phil Mullins
Most of us were there the night my grandmother pulled the plug on my grandfather. My father was stuck in a freak storm up north, huddled in some motel room, surely mourning in his own way.
My grandfather didn’t cry, but I knew he was in pain. We stood around him, waiting.
Grandmother broke the silence. “There’s no recovering from this,” she said, moving quickly and yanking the cord. The screen went dark.
He looked up but made no sound.
I patted his hand, which still clutched the TV remote. “C’mon, Grandpa. It’s over; they lost. Maybe next year. Let’s eat.”
Didn’t expect…nice.
The Eagles story every year.
Oh, so good. You really got me, and I laughed out loud. Nice work!
Now that’s a good story with a great delivery and an unexpected twist! Keep up the good work.
Great story with lovely timing
Fabulous work, Phil! Really caught me by surprise.
Love this, although it’s made me more nervous about Leeds United’s current shaky position! ?
Thanks for taking the time to read and comment! It is very appreciated.
Wonderful twist. Nicely done!
I really liked this one! It made me smile. I love twists! More, more!
Ha! Love it!
Beautiful, beautiful twist ending. Wish I had written this! Loved it.
Thanks again for taking the time to read and comment, everyone. It is very gratifying that you like the story.